Sold to the mafia boss

Logan’s P. O. V.

After carrying Layla up to the room, I could only feel one thing: regret.

She was so broken. She looked nothing like the beautiful girl I’d picked up from her house nights ago. She looked different. Her lips had been dried out, some parts even breaking and peeling off. Her eyes were swollen from all the cries, her body bruised.

I doctored her over the night. She never woke up, she just laid there, unconscious.

” Should I call a doctor Boss? ” Dani had asked as he stood by the door watching.

I’d refused. Nothing I couldn’t handle myself. I’d asked him to bring me the first aid kit instead and cleaned her up. After treating all of her bruises, I’d been tempted to strip her of her clothes and taken her into the shower but I didn’t know how she would react. It should be Antoniette doing that and since she knew she wasn’t around, she wasn’t going to take it lightly when she wakes up to find herself in a change of clothes. Besides, I wasn’t sure that I’m ready to do that either.

I wanted this woman more than I’d ever wanted any other woman before and it was torture enough that she’s already at my arm’s reach. Countless times as I watched over her, I’d been tempted to kiss her but I stopped myself. How the fuck did I get so enticed by her?

I’d left the room a couple of times only to come back watching her from a distance later. After a while, I realized her skin was getting cold and pale from all the chilling air so I jumped into bed with her.

The moment I laid next to her, she stirs and pushes her butt into my groin, seeking warmth. A cold chill ran down my body instantly and all I thought about was how good it was gonna feel if I grabbed her waist and made love to her.

Fuck.

I felt my groin swelling from the impact of her now warm body pressed against me and I tried to ignore it. The last thing I wanted was to take advantage of her present state.

I’ve never forced myself on a woman before. There was never a need to. Women readily threw themselves at me. They wanted to sleep with the famous Logan DeAngelo.

Except Layla. I knew that the situation of our meeting had warranted that but as I laid back there, I wondered if things would’ve been different if we had meet under different circumstances. If she’d have wanted me to make love to her without question.

But deep down, I knew Layla was a wild cat. She seemed innocent. She would’ve still fought me.

A smile crossed my lips as I remembered her fighting me off of her. I wondered how wild she could be when I try to make love to her. She would probably be the wildcat, fighting me off till I gave up. And she would leave scratches on my skin, of course. I found that extremely hot and enticing.

I slept off next to her.

I knew I was just a few minutes away from finding out where Jamie Templeman was hiding with his family and giving him a taste of my bullets. But I knew I needed to be here. Whatever comes after this could wait. I already caused her enough pains. I couldn’t do more by leaving her alone.

I’d thought about calling Antoniette after laying her on the bed but decided I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to be there when she wakes up.

When I felt her stiring in my arms this morning, I peeled my eyes open. When she ran her hands over my forearms they sent fireworks crashing down my body, invading every nerve in my body, telling me to pin her down and kiss her. And make love to her. I knew she wasn’t in a position to, she was weak and bruised all over but I’d be damned if I didn’t want to have her right there and then.

When she tried to stand up, I couldn’t stop myself from what I did next because I was rising up and pinning her down, wanting to do nothing more than tear off her clothes and fucking make love to her. She winces in pain and somehow, the idea was thrilling.

” Where do you think you’re going? ” My voice comes off hoarse and intimidating and I enjoyed how her eyes widened, watching me intensely.

My eyes watched her eyes, her lips, and settled on the shape of her breasts pressing up from the shirt she wore. Two buttons had been undone, her breasts popping out of every places.

The close proximity between us is nerve wrecking and I just did the only thing my head told me to. I reached down and kissed her bruised lips. She stiffens for a start, trying to raise her hands but I held them down. Then she relaxed as my lips continued to gently taste her. She tasted blood but I fucking loved it.

I break the kiss and looked at her eyes. She’s breathing heavily, scared about something I didn’t know of.

Regardless, I kissed her neck and down her open chest. As soon as my lips felt the swelling spot just above her breasts, I let out a beastly growl, the thought of my lips perched over her perky nipples clashing through my sense. I wanted her. I wanted to kiss every single part of her body. I wanted to pour all I was feeling into her, I wanted to make her mine.

Letting go of her hands, I brought mine up her breasts and grabbed. That broke my very last restraint. I kissed her chest hungrily and tried to slide my hands under her shirt until her voice broke in.

” Please stop “she said, fear and pain in her tender voice.

A very small side of me wanted to stop and pull away but the bigger side wanted more, wanted everything she was made of. My hands continued it’s path under her dress and up her breasts. I heard her moan and smirked.

She liked this. She wanted this just as much as I did. Maybe a little less than I did. But fuck, she turned me on in depths I couldn’t explain.

Rising up to watch her eyes as they watched back at me, I slowly picked each button on her shirt and undid it. Then I went back down and started kissing her. I felt her vibrate under my lips and knew exactly that she wanted more of this.

Badly.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .